Summary

“Yeah, dude, I guess. But, like, this is a fuckin’ liberal arts college, brah. Isn’t everyone in a band?”“I don’t know. I’ve never met anyone in a band before. I’m not in a band. Well, I’m in some school bands, but that’s not really… um. What kind of music do you play?”“…Well.”

In which instead of actually playing hockey, the guys play shitty (pun intended) DIY punk in a band called Soft Hands. Classically-trained pianist Eric Bittle doesn’t quite know what has hit him.